A catastrophe from the North almost completely overturned the foundations of the Baratheon Dynasty.
At this time, the Seven Kingdoms were newly established, and everything was waiting to be rebuilt.
At the behest of Viserys Targaryen, countless nobles who originally belonged to the Baratheon Dynasty defected, frantically digging three feet deep to capture rebels, attempting to atone for their sins!
Tywin Lannister was naturally the first to bear the brunt.
The army of Others had breached his carefully fortified Casterly Rock and also crushed the powerful army he had accumulated over half his life!
At this moment, he was fleeing westward in a sorry state with his confidant, the Mountain, and others, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, not daring to show his face.
As one of the Targaryen Family's greatest enemies, capturing the Old Lion, Tywin Lannister, was naturally a great achievement!
"Bang!"
Just as Viserys Targaryen was painstakingly discussing rewards for the new dynasty's soldiers, the Gold Cloaks burst open the door of the council chamber.
At this time, Viserys Targaryen's quill tip was still suspended above the parchment, the ink bleeding into a small dark cloud.
"Your Majesty,"
The Lord Commander of the City Watch knelt on one knee, his gauntleted hand pressing against the marble floor, "The Kingsguard… the Royal Kingsguard claims to have captured an Other."
Upon hearing this, the air in the hall suddenly turned cold.
Viserys Targaryen sharply jolted awake and turned around.
At this moment, he did not have the protection of the dragon Sunfyre, and if an Other truly appeared, it would be truly troublesome!
"What are you saying?"
Viserys Targaryen asked with a solemn expression, his voice carrying a hint of chill.
"The City Watch found it near the Kingsguard. Its blue eyes glowed in the night, and we lost three brothers before we barely managed to capture it."
The City Watch Commander breathed heavily, "Now it is being held in the dungeon, silent, awaiting Your Majesty's personal interrogation."
"Bring it up quickly, let me see!"
Viserys Targaryen frowned uneasily.
It was no small matter that Others could still move about on the continent of Westeros. Could it be that the Night King, like him, was still alive in the world?
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Not long after, four Gold Cloaks, panting, placed the iron cage containing the captured Other before the iron throne.
At this time, morning dew still condensed on the iron bars, gleaming with a cold light under the candlelight.
Viserys Targaryen sat on the iron throne, carefully examining the monster before him, which was claimed to be an "Other."
Brienne of Tarth, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, stood to the right of Viserys Targaryen's iron throne, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Your Majesty,"
The City Watch Commander knelt on one knee, pointing to the iron cage and saying, "We captured this Other deep within the Royal Kingsguard."
Upon hearing this, the figure in the cage seemed to stir, then became quiet again.
Through the bars of the iron cage, Viserys Targaryen looked out: above the messy red beard, there were indeed a pair of blue eyes, like those of an Other, shining with an unusual light.
Just as Viserys Targaryen was about to step forward to inspect, Brienne of Tarth, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, blocked Viserys Targaryen.
Although her fingers trembled slightly, she still bravely stepped forward to carefully examine the monster before Viserys: "Those blue eyes… they really do look like ice burning within them."
However, before she could recover her senses.
The monster in front of her suddenly raised its head, revealing a face that Viserys Targaryen was all too familiar with.
"My damn eyes are naturally blue!"
The wildling in front of them suddenly grabbed the iron bars and stood up, his fur coat covered in grass clippings, "Is this how you andals treat guests?"
Upon hearing this, Viserys Targaryen almost turned away in anger.
What Other, what wight? That was nothing but a wildling from Beyond the Wall, Tormund, known as Giantbane!
However, before Viserys Targaryen could give an order, Tormund's blue eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled, his gaze passing over everyone and landing directly on Brienne: "Beautiful woman, are you here to welcome me too?"
"Hmph!"
The beautiful Brienne of Tarth's face twisted in anger!
Viserys Targaryen already had dragons as guards, so he didn't need the Kingsguard's protection at all.
Now, he had finally waited for Viserys Targaryen to lose his dragon mount, and it was her turn to show her prowess.
However, as the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, she was actually frightened by this monster, losing a great deal of face.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but become enraged and slapped the shameless wildling across the face.
"Slap!"
The sound of the slap was incredibly loud, making the wildling Tormund see stars and feel dizzy.
"Seven Gods, is this the female giant you sent me?!"
Tormund's heart pounded like a frightened deer from the heavy blow.
In that instant, he felt as if he had found love under the guidance of the gods.
"Beautiful woman! By the Gods, this must be fate!"
Tormund didn't care at all that he was a prisoner.
He laughed heartily like a child, saying, "I've wanted to marry a female giant since I was little and have a whole bunch of giant babies…"
"In the King's name!"
Brienne of Tarth's longsword was already three inches out of its sheath.
She had finally heard a voice she never wanted to hear again in her life.
Facing such a lecher, Brienne of Tarth wished she could cut him in half!
"Enough, it's just a misunderstanding!"
Viserys Targaryen shook his head, interrupting the farce.
"You, a wildling, what are you doing in the Kingsguard?"
Viserys Targaryen asked curiously.
"Fleeing for our lives, of course! Faced with so many unkillable ghosts, and we don't have boats to cross the sea!"
Tormund clapped his chest boldly and said frankly, "Of course, fleeing for your life is nothing to be ashamed of!"
Upon hearing this, Brienne of Tarth's contempt for the wildling Tormund grew even stronger.
A man who only knew how to run was simply not worth her attention.
"Coward!"
Brienne of Tarth angrily rebuked him, then turned and sheathed her sword, leaving.
Listening to Brienne of Tarth's curses, the wildling Tormund was thoroughly enraged.
He absolutely could not accept being looked down upon by the woman he loved!
"I am not a coward, it's just that the opponent is unbeatable!"
Listening to Tormund's sophistry, Brienne completely scoffed at it!
What gods? They all fell before Viserys Targaryen.
Under heaven, apart from Viserys Targaryen, there was no other man in the world who could catch Brienne of Tarth's eye!
"Have Prince Young Aegon personally lead a team, riding dragons to capture the remaining wildlings in the Kingsguard, and make sure they don't cause any trouble!"
Viserys Targaryen pondered for a moment before giving the order.
Upon hearing this, the wildling Tormund immediately became anxious.
The power of dragons was something all the people who had once hidden near King's Landing had witnessed firsthand.
If the Targaryen Family's dragons descended, wouldn't his unarmed companions instantly turn to ashes!
"Your Majesty, no. We were already forced to flee south by the Others! I am willing to persuade them to surrender for you, and have them return Beyond the Wall!"